crazy kitten So a few weeks ago I took pity on a poor mouse that had spent the last (and first) year of his life at the humane society and brought him home and then named my new little "mousecot" Leroy. I figured the kitties would be as amused at "mouse theater" as they are at "rabbit theater" so I thought Leroy might as well live out his days amusing my cats and it would be a more productive life than dying at the pound.

They ended up being REALLY amused so since I didn't wish to scare Leroy to death, he has lived in my room where the kitties do not go unless I allow them in.

But as he has never seemed scared of the cats, and regularly comes to the edges of his cage to interact with them, tonight I left my room open so they could interact for a bit. After a while I heard a great ruckus which sounded like multiple grocery bags running down my hall. I went to investigate but didn't see anything so I continued what I was doing and sort of forgot about it.

After another half hour or so I decided that the cats should have had enough fun, so I went down the hall and called "kittens!" which is how I usually get the cats to leave my room. One cat surfaced. I didn't understand where the other had gone to as upon investigation I didn't see her anywhere in the room, so I went to the kitchen to get the cat treats for the one who had responded. Then I heard another plastic bag ruckus surfacing from behind the washer/dryer, shortly followed by the missing kitten poking her head out from behind the dryer with a bag around her neck. Poor kitty had apparently been hiding back there for some time, and now she seemed stuck because she would only advance so far towards me and then just stand there looking helpless. I grabbed the broom to dislodge the bag from her neck and she came out.

I can't believe that she lodged herself back there for so long and didn't ever meow in protest, but thank goodness I went to get the cat treats or she could have been back there all night. I wish I had thought to take pictures as it really was a pathetic sight, but I was so shocked to find here there all I could think to do was to get her out. This almost matches the time I lost a cat to my downstairs neighbors wall (though at least when that kitty fell into the wall he had sense enough to meow. I guess this is what I get for adopting a kitty whose mom and dad are likely littermates). Kitties are so crazy!

website for WoW refugees... my friend just launched his website for warcraft refugees. it's a place for people who no longer play to keep in touch and talk about what they do with all their free time now that they no longer play... i am interested to see how it turns out

what is the purpose of saying "i left a message for so and so but they never did call me"?

i am trying to figure out how to respond to such a statement that doesnt involve me saying something like "what do you want me to do about it?" while i am pretty sure i could get away with that in this office, i would like to avoid being unprofessional, despite how those around me choose to conduct themselves. when i have been practicing for 30 years, i might be able to get away with it, but for now i figure i dont get to be a smart ass directly to the clients.

theres this wee bit of space that i occupy that only a few people ever manage to occupy with me (most of them people that have been there for stuff that would make them know), (and people that would readily recognise the ref in the subject of this post), and its more than funny (and really funny is the wrong word for it) to me that one of those people would be someone so far removed from anything that should make him able to understand, yet he does somehow.

i had no idea that afi had covered filth. that amuses me about to no end.

you have to love the bay area, its contributed so much to this area of music, and its sad to see how its influence is to leave its mark upon history.

thinking about whats become of afi lately its just too silly.

as if the legacy of old punk (ala wire and buzzcocks) hadnt convinced me enough about the fallacies of history, its funny to see it all repeat itself over again.

not that anyone who reads this will have any idea what the heck i am talking about, its more to remind me so i dont forget. id offer money to anyone who can explain to me what mrr is, but the interweb makes it far to easy to fake knowledge.

oh heres a better one, a bit of word association. i say ben you say _________.

im glad i dont live in fl anymore but sometimes i get homesick. but thats ok, im used to talking to myself at this point.

ugh i am decidely uncomfortable in the face of very explicit march madness that i cant ignore this time around. and its not like i dont even get why people are so into it, i just dont believe that most of them have any idea why they are so into it.

at least the pr people used to get the diy ethic they were espousing (well, they did until mtv got a hold of it). i dont know that this sports crap even has an ethic associated with it. i am welcome to anyone explaning to me the benefit of caring about this sports stuff outside of living vicariously through someone else's successes.

oh and on the topic of the bay, yet again my fav blatz quote:

"sometimes I get the impression Im better off not dealing with people. it's a real pain in the ass being human."

i wish my cat hadnt figured out that if she lies with her head on my mousing hand, i pretty much have to pet her.

also i am worried about my rat, she wandered out of her little hut this morning as usual, and jumped up on the side of the cage as usual, but when i dropped her food in she just sniffed it, then slowly wandered back inside her hut. hopefully it was just that she was as displeased with the way-too-bright-for-8am sunlight as i was (i woke up at 7 all scared cause it was so bright it felt like 10am, which was sorta when i was supposed to be over at the courthouse).

i gave her a piece of cereal, which she yanked out of my hand, but then she ran into the hut again. i thought i heard her chewing, so hopefully shes ok.

i can tell she's sick (or at least stressed), but hopefully its just a passing thing. she's kind of too young to die i think, but we shall see. i dont really know that i care for another $150 vet bill on a rat, i can think of other things i would rather spend $150 i dont have on.

grrr.. ive been puttering around with some work stuff, and its done nothing other than reaffirm my belief that there are simply too many children out there that dont have someone to look out for them as they ought to.

its just not fair. these children, who never did anything, and certainly never asked to be born, and for sure never asked to be born into a life of adults who didnt give a rats ass about them. i am so sick of seeing kids being nothing more than a pawn in the petty fights of their parents.

for more than fifteen years i have firmly felt that if i ever wanted to take an influence in the life of a child, i would have to do so in the life of one who is already on this planet. i just couldnt make any sort of peace in bringing another life into this world knowing how many kids there are that suffer on a daily basis from a lack of having anyone in their life that looks out for their best interest.

this is a very touchy subject. i know that, but spend some time with abandonded, abused and neglected kids and if you can explain to me how i am wrong i welcome it. otherwise, its probably just as well that you defriend me now and we take our leave. cause i am sick of seeing the suffering, and i am sick of knowing that each time another kid is birthed its just one more kid thats already here that is committed to a life of being negelected.

i dont know what else to say other than that i know for a fact that there are more innocent children on this earth than there are responsible adults willing to care for them, and i dont get how i can say that i have a right to want to bring another child onto this earth knowing that there are already so many who suffer.

i am just fed up. i cant even put words to it, you would just have to experience it to believe it. and i cant fathom that anyone who experienced it wouldnt want to do anything about it. PLEASE all i ask is before you decide to have your own kid, spend some time in the system helping kids in your community. that doesnt mean you have to foster or adopt or anything so severe, although i would think you an angel if you could offer such services. there are lots of things to do short of fostering/adopting that help those who really have no good parent in their lives. all i ask is that before you decide to birth yet another human, give back a bit to the kids that are already here who dont have the benefit of good adults in their life. one day the kid you help may be the best friend of the child you are deciding to birth! and as far as time concerns go, if you are thinking of having your own kid you for sure have enough time to help someone else's kid, cause nothing is going to be as time consuming as your own kid would be.

i truely wish there was a way for me to fully impress upon people the massive influence a minor time commitment has in the life of a kid that isnt well taken care of. all i can say is, whatever you would do for your own, chances are it will have an effect tenfold if you do the same for a kid that has nobody else.

ok, i am off the soapbox now. i hope to god i get the damn tax job, cause i dont know how much more i can take of watching kids being ripped to pieces without my head exploding.

as a space to put things.... here are the boxcar lyrics... (one of the many things from my youth that probably informs my existence way too much nowadays)

You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone.Save your breath, I never was one.You don't know what I'm all about.Like killing cops and reading Kerouac.

My enemies are all too familiar.They're the ones who used to call me friend.I'm coloring outside your guidelines.I was passing out when you were passing our your rules.One. Two. Three. Four. Who's punk what's the score?

Got a friend. Her name is Boxcar.Cigarettes and beer in El Sob.Her hair was blue, now it's green.I like her mind. She hates the scene.

My enemies are all too familiar.They're the ones who used to call me friend.I'm coloring outside your guidelines.I was passing out when you were passing our your rules.One. Two. Three. Four. Who's punk what's the score?

headhunter! FPU's Ocean Drive is pretty. pretty like oval meets front 242 (almost, not quite sure i can say that without insulting oval, which involves some of the prettiest stuff i have ever heard). its still nice to hear what new wave then industrial has had the potential to morph into. i mean, some of the newer stuff a la vnv nation interests me well enough, but if you look at something like fischerspooner and this particular fpu song there is just no comparison. also gd luxxe's quiet life is pretty. not as pretty as some stuff, but well worth a listen.